“And its hard to say how I feel today”

   Last night seemed all fine and good… I things were gonna be okay. I mean I got to talk to Ben the night before and just shit seemed to be shapping up. Laura and I were even getting along. We watched Boondock Saints together then Vanity Fair*which is one fucked up movie*.

   Then my Aunt calls and she is bawling… my sister gives the phone to my dad and he starts like crying and saying oh god… So I am like in shock and I just hold on to my sister cause she is already crying. Turns out my grandma had a stroke…. So my sister is now screaming crying and I am still just sitting there staring off into the distance repeating its okay its okay as I am rubbing her head.

   My dad called later that night and he said that she was doing okay. I was happy because I could finally settle down. Later my dad calls again and says she has a massive blood clot on her brain and she could maybe never see or walk again unless they give her this new drug….

   Supposedly she is doing okay right now… we are on our way to see her so I’m gonna write about that later.